Chapter 9
Kylo woke once again in a panic. He couldn't stop his racing heart rate and he couldn't get the sounds out of his head. Rey's moans of pleasure filled his dream but they quickly turned to groans and finally screams of agony, pain, and help. He wasn't sure how much longer he could lay next to her, every minute she spent on the ship was a minute she was in danger. Soon people would notice she wasn't actually pregnant and his entire life would fall apart.
Pregnant. The idea of a tiny human, half of him and half of Rey actually intrigued him-but he quickly remembered that no matter how much they have sex, she wouldn't be able to conceive a child. Still, for the first time in his life he thought about something bigger and better than himself, something that actually brought him joy—a life and a family with Rey.
As he continued to push that thought out of his mind he got up from his bed, dripping with sweat from his panic. He thought about their conversation last night after she released her force grip on him. They both danced around it, this feeling—this word of love. He told her he has never felt this way before, which made her laugh since she basically just used him in his own training room for her own personal pleasure. She agreed though and that alone was something. Did either of them even know what that truly meant? An abandoned child and a lost soul trying to figure out who he was—could they feel real love? He wasn't sure, which may have scared him more than actually loving someone.
